Shattered

Chapter 9

I know it's not long, but I'll add more to it within the week hopefully
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Four days. It's been four days since the incident, and she was getting worse.

"We may have to.. God, how do I put this?" I glared at the nurse. "Its very hard to explain, but we can transfer some portions of DNA from a wolf into her own muscles. It could be accepted into her system but with the cancer-" I snapped.

Her arm is shriveling, the muscle in it is... It's not healing. Its failing and has been since day one when we noticed her not even trying to move it. And now I'm hearing she has Cancer?!

"English, dammit!"

I didn't have patience, and I doubted anyone would ask me why I didn't have it. My pet could lose her arm because of what these idiots hurt her. And I just got her!

"We can put wolf muscle into her own so she can heal faster, and properly. And in time, she can get stronger. But it would look weird. And I don't know if she's strong enough for the procedures, she-"

"Do it." She stared at me for a few long moments.

"But sir, she..."

"I don't care! This shit should have never happened!" I yelled at her. God, I could feel my face turn red from my anger at this. "My friend trusted that bitch and she broke my slaves arm and leg!"

"Tore the..."

"SAME DIFFERENCE!" I screamed at her, throwing my arms up, turning around. The was a whimper in front of me on the larger table. Kat was wiggling uncomfortably, having been forced to lay on her back because of the injuries. She couldn't rest on her sides, her right arm was dying and her left leg was next to broke.

I glared hard at the nurse, who only nodded briefly.

"I n-need you t-to sign these forms..." Shakily, she handed me her clipboard, when a soft scratching sounded at the door. I looked back at Kat, but she didn't make a move. When she looked to the door, she let our another soft noise. A loud 'meow' with more scratching that sounded almost frantic, was the response.

Kat started freaking out and started crying and struggling. Pushing past the nurse and shoving the clipboard back into her arms, I opened the door. Samuel hurried in.

I forgot about him! He was skinnier, probably was half starved, but in his mouth, he carried some kind of meat. Where the hell did he get meat? Did he steal it?

How did he even get here?

Ignoring me, he went over to her, and jumped to the table, with surprising ease. Considering he wasn't able to even get up the stairs alone, jumping that high with such agility threw me off completely.

He dropped it by her head, and rubbed his face against hers. A soft purr sounded, and it was clear to me it was Samuel's.

She ate some, pushed it back to Sam, and ate the little that was left.

Maybe an hour after signing the papers, I fell asleep, and woke in the middle of the night, with her and Samuel gone.

Hours had passed. Seconds full of fear. Minutes full of anxiety. Hours of worry.

When the large doors to the surgery room, freezing air coming from it toward me, a man stepped out. I was on my feet in an instant.

"Your lucky." Was all that the Doctor told me before he stepped away. I could only assume he worked on her, blood coated the front of the blue gown he wore.

Not even a moment later, the doors were pushed open, and she was wheeled out on a gurney.

Samuel was by her head, his front legs hiding her eyes from the world.